The Noxsoma Chronicles [0101]
12-30-2025 … Day 23681 (Super Power Tuesday)
It’s another day above ground dancing with deity, in the glow of the sol and in the flow of the soul. We radiate gratitude (dude), abundance and confidence. We [The Trinity] became immeasurably “more” in this divine nine year. We became more aligned. More radiant. More serene and more tolerant. We exercised more “reflection” in the way of “seeing” and accepting other humans as aspects of The All. That was a difficult task because despite not showing up on “personality tests” there is a little bit – maybe more – of the “judger” in Ego.
“That’s nothing that you haven’t done,” reminds Memory.
“Yeah – you are right,” I concede. But I still don’t like it. We can dislike the behavior without condemning the actor. That’s an ongoing practice. Sometimes We walk down the street and We see another human doing some “awkward” shish – and Mind says – ‘reflect … reflect.’ This cat his having a human experience too.
Some people cross the street when they see me coming. It’s not “Me” – it’s them. They might still be recovering from Psy-Op 19.
Some humans in the Cosmic Game choose these fragile characters. You can probably tell by the avatars that your humble vagabond prefers an overtly strong and intimidating character. It’s a childhood thing and it has always [pun intended] worked out for Me. And now it even turns out that a lifetime … or even two thirds – [with a break in between to know what it’s like to be fat and not-as-strong] – of weight lifting, retards what’s commonly known as the “aging process.”
Sometimes I forget that We have nigh unlimited access to information. We were about to attempt to share this story from memory.
Story of the Lion and the Fox
There was once a man who prayed relentlessly for divine awareness to bring him lasting joy and success in his life. Finally, after months of praying, his effort bore fruit. As he went to sleep, he dreamed that he was wandering in the forest looking for enlightenment.
The next morning, taking the dream as a cue from God, he headed to the woods and meandered there for several hours looking for some sign that would provide answers. That’s when he spotted a fox with no legs lying between two rocks in a cool place.
Curious as to how a crippled fox has been surviving, he hid behind a tree and waited until sunset and was surprised to see a lion come and lay meat before the fox. “Ah, now I understand,” the man thought. “The secret to success in life is to trust that God will take care of all my needs. I don’t need to struggle to provide for myself. All I have to do is simply surrender.”
Two weeks later, weakened and starving after applying his newfound “wisdom”, the man had another dream. In it he heard a voice say, “Fool! Be like the lion, not like the fox.”
One of the “secrets” of longevity – so I have heard – [besides transfusing blood from your teenage son] – is service. We may have to look into that this year.
But back to the avatar; The Vagabond Philosopher is such for a reason. Not exactly a hermit, nor does he qualify as a recluse. He does not however, seek companionship – but rather avoids it. [Avoidance is an art.] And occasionally attracts it. Such attractions are indeed few and far between. He considers himself an “anti-social loner.” The type of which some humans cross streets to avoid, while other humans – rarities to be sure—vibe with instantly. The “costume” is as strategic as it is comfortable. Threadbare camouflage cargo pants – military surplus if available. Black top – tee or tank. Dark sunglasses for sensitive eyes and an even more sensitive soul. A ball cap, no logos – [those boonies seem to have vanished – I blame the Navy SeALs] – and the ever present backpack, one-third filled with H2O, another third with exercise equipment and the final third – space, in case we find some BOGOs.
Oh yeah – and the mobile device on which we record Our shows. Daily.
This wasn’t supposed to be a bio – but Universe is in control. I’m just renting space here. Long term agreement.
We know it’s a game. Sometimes the game is called – “Scare You to Death.” Other times the game is called – “Steal Your Soul” – the way I play it is called “Steel Your Soul.” Sometimes it’s called “You Suck!” These games are often running simultaneously. The overlords dare you to try and win.
“There’s a prize at the bottom of one of these boxes. But you must eat everything in it to get to the prize.” So you play. What’s the prize?
The bottom of the box. “You made it!”
BARF!
There’s a game called “Live Happily Ever After.” Another is called – “The American Dream.” [That game has been discontinued, but heads are still tryna play.]
What’s the eighth rule of Fight Club?
“If this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight.”
If you don’t want to fight. Don’t go to Fight Club.
So how do you get out of the Cosmic Game?
Not gonna tell you. We spelled it out in a four part series this year. But if you know why there are no clocks in casinos – you don’t need to watch the series because you already know.
The Eye that Knows Me
Occasionally We wonder what other aspects of The All “see” when they cast eyes upon our vessel. As we walk everywhere we don’t cross too many paths of other pedestrians. This is a very motor vehicle heavy area. From the rental scooters users leave anywhere on the street – to those quasi-autonomous delivery robots, to those thick-wheeled motorized bicycles that they ride on the sidewalks to the ugly Tesla Cyber trucks. I actually saw a driverless car on the street the other day. All of the utility vehicles like trash trucks. The heavy duty pickup trucks that roar when you start them – usually pulling the box trailer with the Family Landscaping equipment inside. Sports car rentals. A few classics around. I saw a canary-yellow Mustang 1964 the other day. Looked like it was in good condition. Metro buses and free trolleys. Oh yeah – let us not forget the U-Haul trucks that show up at the beginning and end of every month.
You know that song, “Midnight Train to Georgia?”
Every so often we drop a piece in the show about how the hood is developing.
But anyway – went off the tracks again.
We don’t encounter very many pedestrians outside of the neighbors being pulled along by their dogs. Leash in one hand, phone in the other and a green plastic bag of dog shit dangling below. People here – maybe where you are too – tie the poop bags [empty] around their wrists the same way they tied the medical masks around their wrists. There’s little wonder We think humans are doomed.
The other day the mailman I’ve been waving to for about three years stopped me. He said that he has seen me all over the place. Many miles from where we were talking at the time. I gave him the usual story. “I walk everywhere. No car. No bike. No scooter.”
I have a bus pass though.
There is no way to learn how the vessel is seen and interpreted by others. That’s why we keep veering off.
So that’s it. We might get to do one of these tomorrow. If you have made it this far you know there are no plans to celebrate the new year with humans. I will be here trying not to be bothered by the sound of homemade ordinance and dogs howling at the sounds of homemade ordinance.
2025 was a divine year for Us. It lived up to the theme and the magic “9” it promised. 2026 takes us to the top of the batting order. It’s a One year numerologically. One in Unity. Universe. The All. It’s Abundance Year for Us and we have already been enjoying that element. However I think and expect that there is more to learn about abundance. That will unfold this year. And the Lunar Year of the Fire Horse. That’s a powerful image. We can go a number of ways with 2026.
We will probably keep these going. It’s good therapy for your boy. There are a few other ideas that might come as well.
Just for kicks here’s an episode from a Year ago.
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It will already be New Year’s Eve by the time you get this. It’s less than an hour away in this time zone. There are already explosions going off in the distance. Holidays are traditionally excuses for humans to indulge their “lower” selves. This is why Christmas was outlawed in England. Little wonder free speech is outlawed there as we head into 2026.
Anyway. This is not a long piece. It just took a while to write due to meandering mind. By this time next year everyone who follows and or subscribes should know what they have gotten into.
Every time Mind attempts to describe what we do here it sounds like bragging or modesty — or modest bragging — or bragging about modesty. If you know you know. Your humble vagabond is an ordinary guy living through extraordinary times. Unafraid. Not freaking out. And not playing the game.
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Let’s do the numbers.
Today’s Score (12-30-2025)
BC … 74
Rum… 25
Ody….. 1
This Month So Far (12-30-25)
BC …… 3427
Rum …...682
Ody……. 281
Month to Date … 4390
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